Attack On America Remembrance - Warning Lots Of Pictures!

In no semblance of order, here are some of the emails, clips, etc. that I have recieved this past week :

The first one is an email entitled 'A Picture Is Worth A 1000 Words...' My Mom forwarded to me...

Another email my Mom forwarded in the the same vain but with words...

Dear Osama Bin Laden, Yasser Arafat, and Sadam Hussein, et. al.,

We are pleased to announce that we unequivocally accept your

challenge to an old-fashioned game of whoop-ass. Now that we understand the

rule that there are no rules, we look forward to playing by them for the first time.

Since this game is a winner-take-all, we unfortunately are unable to

invite you to join us at the victory celebration. But rest

assured that we will toast you -- LITERALLY.

While we will admit that you are off to an impressive lead, it is

By the way, we will be playing on your court now.

The 270,000,000 citizens of the United States of America

The Miami Herald - Leonard Pitts Jr. Published Wednesday, September

It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words

that help make sense of that which trouble the American soul. But in this moment

of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering. You monster. You beast. You

unspeakable bastard. What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our

World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?

Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family,

a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family

nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous

emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's

misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready

availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of

that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are

fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle

to know the right thing and to do it. Moreover, we are, the

overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak.

You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still

grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to

make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster,

isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable

final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of

terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the

history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

However, there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and

making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the

last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt

When roused, we are righteous in our outrage,

terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear

anysuffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.I

tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you,

I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble

with dread of the future.In the days to come, there will be recrimination

and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this

to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There

will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll

go forward from this momentsobered, chastened, sad. Nevertheless, determined,

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect

of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On

this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as

Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of

all that we cherish. So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It

occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If

that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in

You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You


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Dear Osama Bin Laden, Yasser Arafat, and Sadam Hussein, et. al., We are pleased to announce that we unequivocally accept your challenge to an old-fashioned game of whoop-ass. Now that we understand the rule that there are no rules, we look forward to playing by them for the first time. Since this game is a winner-take-all, we unfortunately are unable to invite you to join us at the victory celebration. But rest assured that we will toast you -- LITERALLY. While we will admit that you are off to an impressive lead, it is however now our turn at the plate. By the way, we will be playing on your court now. Batter up. Sincerely, The 270,000,000 citizens of the United States of America The Miami Herald - Leonard Pitts Jr. Published Wednesday, September 12, 2001 Title : We'll go forward from this moment It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which trouble the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering. You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard. What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed. Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause. Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve. Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together. Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. Moreover, we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God. Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals. IN PAIN Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before. However, there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear anysuffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this momentsobered, chastened, sad. Nevertheless, determined, too. Unimaginably determined. THE STEEL IN US You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish. So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started. However, you're about to learn.